GOLD-FOIL, HAMMERED FROM POPULAR PROVERBS. BY TIMOTHY TITCOMB, AUTHOR o* "LETTERS TO THE YOUNG.' " Proverbs are the daughters of daily experience." Dutch Proverb. ELEVENTH EDITION. NEW YORK: CHARLES SCRIBNER, 124 GRAND STREET. 1860 Entered, according to Act of Congress, In the year 1859, by CHAKLES SCRIBNEK, In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States for the South- ern District of New York. loan f. Tow, Printer, Stereolyper, and EItrotyper, 4t, 43 A &0 Green* Street, Between Grand & Broome, New York. PKEFACE. f I ^HE grass that grows upon the lawn elects and -*- drinks from the juices of the earth the ele* ments that compose its structure ; but if the lawn be cropped year after year, and have no return of the materials removed, it will cease to thrive. A wise husbandry will spread upon its surface the re- sults of the life that has been taken away, and these will furnish its most healthful nourishment. So the vital truths, relating to the common life of man, are elected and drawn from soils containing innumera- ble ingredients that may not be assimilated. Many of these ingredients, good and bad, are furnished by 4 Preface. the schools and by the professional mind, and it may legitimately be the work of a layman to take the results of the life that has been lived the truths that have been verified and vitalized by hu- man experience and give them again to the soil that has produced them. With the records of pop- ular experience in my hand, as they are embodied in popular proverbs, I aim to do this work in this book. THE AUTHOR. SPRINGFIELD, MASS., 1859. Ax EXORDIAL ESSAY 9 n. THE INFALLIBLE BOOK. m. PATIENCE PERFECT LIBERTY. IV. V. TRUST AND "WHAT COMES or IT VI. THE IDEAL CHRIST. 19 31 43 65 67 vn. PROVIDENCE 79 vin. DOES SENSUALITY PAY? 91 IX. THE WAY TO GBOW OLD. 102 Contents. ALMSGIVING 113 XI. THE LOVE OF WHAT is Ocas 124 xn. THE POWER or CIRCUMSTANCES 136 xm. ANVILS AND HAMMERS 148 XTV. EVERY MAN HAS HIS PLACE 160 XT. INDOLENCE AND INDUSTRY 171 XVI. THE SINS OF OUR NEIGHBORS 183 XVII. THE CANONIZATION OF THE Vicious 194 xvm. SOCIAL CLASSIFICATION 205 XIX. THE PRESERVATION OF CHARACTER 215 xx. VICES OF IMAGINATION 226 XXI. QUESTIONS ABOVE REASON 237 Contents. XXII. P4.OZ PUBLIC AND PRIVATE Lira 249 \ xnr. HOME 260 XXIV. LEARNING AND WISDOM 272 xxv. RECEIVING AND DOING 284 XXVI. THE SECRET OF POPULARITY. 29t xxvn. THE LORD'S BUSINESS 809 xxv m. THE GREAT MTSTERT 947 GOLD-FOIL. AN EXORDIAL ESSAY. 14 Cold broth hot again, that loved I never ; Old love renewed again, that loved I ever." "Get thy spindle and thy distaff ready, and God will send thee flax." FOR the general public, I have written a preface, that the aims and character of my book may be comprehended at a glance, as it is lifted from the shelf of the bookseller ; but to those who read the book, I have something more that I wish to say by way of introduction. It is not for the brilliant brace of initial sermons that we still admire the man whom we love to call " our minister." The old love must be renewed again, from Sabbath to Sabbath, from month to month, and from year to year, by new exhibitions of his power, and new demonstrations of his faculty to feed the mo- 1* 10 Gold-Foil. tives of a large and luxuriant life within our souls. If he fail in this if his power flinch through laziness, or flag through languor and he resort to the too common process of heating again the old broth, his productions will grow insipid, and our hungering natures will turn uneasily to other sources for refreshment. It is not for the fresh cheek, the full lip, the fair forehead, the parted sweeps of sunny hair, and the girlish charm of form and features, that we love the wives who have walked hand in hand with us for years, but for new graces, opening each morning like flowers in the par- terre, their predecessors having accomplished their beautiful mission and gone to seed. Old love renewed again, through new motives to love, is certainly a thing lovely in itself, and desirable by all whose ambition and happiness it is to sit supreme in a single heart, or to hold an honorable place in the affections of the people. A few months ago, the pen that traces these lines commenced a series of letters to the young. The let- ters accumulated, and grew into a book; and this book, with honest aims and modest pretensions, has a place to-day in many thousand homes, while it has been read by hundreds of thousands of men and women in every part of the country. More and better than this, it has become an inspiring, moving and directing power in a great aggregate of young life. I say this with An Exordial Eflay. 11 that kind of gladness and gratitude which admits of little pride. I say it because it has been said to me revealed to me in letters brimming with thankfulness and overflowing with friendliness ; expressed to me in silent pressures of the hand pressures so full of mean- ing that I involuntarily looked at my palm to see if a jewel had not been left in it ; uttered to me by eyes full of interest and pleasure ; told to me in plain and homely words in the presence of tears that came un- bidden, like so many angels sliding silently out of heaven, to vouch for their honesty. To say that all this makes me happy, would not be to say all that I feel. I account the honor of occupying a pure place in the popular heart of being welcomed in God's name into the affectionate confidence of those for whom life has high meanings and high issues of being recognized as among the beneficent forces of society the greatest honor to be worked for and won under the stars. So much for that which is past, and that which is. And now, I would have the old love renewed. I would come to the hearts to which the letters have given me access with another gift with food for appe- tites quickened and natures craving further inspiration. I would bring new thoughts to be incorporated into individual and social life, which shall strengthen their vital processes, and add to their growth. I would con- tinue and perpetuate the communion of my own with 12 Gold-Foil. the popular heart. To do this successfully, I know that 1 must draw directly upon the world's experience, and upon the results of my own individual thinking, acting, living. I know that no truth can be uttered by a soul that has not realized it in some way with hope to be heard. Preceptive wisdom that has not been vivified by life has in itself no affinity for life. It is a blessed thing that the heart has an instinct which tells it without fail who has the right to teach it. The stricken mother, sitting by the side of the life- less form of her first-born, will hear unmoved the words of consolation and the persuasions to resignation which are urged by one who has not suffered, even though he eloquently draw motives from the highest heaven; while the silent pressure of her hand by some humble creature who has hidden her treasure under the daisies, will inspire her with calmness and strength. The world cares little for theorists and theories, little for schools and schoolmen, little for any thing a man has to utter that has not previously been distilled in the alembic of his life. It is the life in literature that acts upon life. The pilgrim who knocks at the door of the human heart with gloved hands and attire borrowed for the occasion, will meet with tardy welcome and sorry en- tertainment ; but he who comes with shoes worn and dusty with the walk upon life's highway with face bronzed by fierce suns and muscles knit by conflict An Exordial Eflay. 13 with the evils of the passage, will find abundant en- trance and hospitable service. The machinery which I propose to adopt for my purpose is simple enough. It is the habit of the mind to condense into diminutive, agreeable and striking forms the results of experience and observation in all the departments of life. As the carbon, disengaged by fire in its multitudinous offices, crystallizes into a dia- mond that flashes fire from every facet, and bears at every angle the solvent power of the mother flame ; so great clouds of truth are evolved by human experience, which are crystallized at last into proverbs, that flash with the lights of history, and illuminate the darkness which rests upon the track of the future. The proverbs of a nation furnish the index to its spirit and the re- sults of its civilization. As this spirit was kind or un- kind as this civilization was Christian or unchristian are the proverbs valuable or worthless to us. I know of no more unworthy sentiments, no more dan- gerous heresies, and no more mischievous lies than are to be found among the proverbs that have received currency, and a permanent record in the world ; but here and there among the ignoble paste shine noble gems, and these, as they may seem worthy, I propose to use as textual titles for these new essays of mine. I choose them because they are the offspring of experi- ence because they are instinct with blood and breath 14 Gold-Foil. and vitality. They have no likeness to the unverified deductions of reason. They are not propositions, con- ceived in the understanding and addressed to life, but propositions born of life itself, and addressed to the heart. They were not conceived in the minds of the great few, but they sprang from the life of the people. I give the people their own. Precisely what these essays of mine are to be, I cannot tell, because I do not know. I only know that there is an inexhaustible realm of practical truth around me waiting for revelation. There are multitudinous thoughts, now trailing upon the ground, that point their tendrils tipped with instinct toward this pen of mine, striving to reach and twine themselves around it that they may be lifted into the sunlight of popular recognition. I have got my spindle and my distaff ready my pen and mind never doubting for an in- stant that God will send me flax. Toward the soul which places itself in the attitude of reception, all things flow. For such a soul are all good gifts fash- ioned in heaven. The sun shines for it ; the birds sing for it ; up toward it the flowers swing their censers and waft their odors. Into it in golden streams flows the beauty of star-sprinkled rivers. The roar of waters and the plash of waterfalls give healthful pulse to its atmosphere. Into its open windows come the notes of human joy and human woe in the triumphs and the An Exordial Eflay. 15 struggles of the passing time. Past its open door Memory leads the long procession of its precious dead, who look in with sweet faces and whispers of peace. In front of it, Imagination marshals the forces of the future, and it thrills with the bugle-blast and trembles with the drum-beat of the thundering host. For per- ception were all things made, and to the door of per- ception all things tend ; so that the soul that throws itself wide open to ah 1 that is made for it shall find itself full. When a soul thus receptive places itself in the atti- tude of expression, it has but to move its lips and the words will flow. The mind that has become a treasure house of truth and beauty speaks a world into existence with every utterance. Expression is its instinct and its necessity. This expression may not always seek the shape of language, but it will assert itself in some form. The patriot reveals the secret of his soul when he gladly dies for his country, and sacrifices his life upon the altar of his inspiration. The Sister of Mercy tells the story of her love and her devotion, unseen and un- heard of the world, in midnight ministrations to the comfort of the sick and the dying. The modest mother expresses the love and life she has received from God and the tilings of God in the tutelage of the young spirits born of her, and the creation of a bright and graceful home for them. We give what we have re- 16 Gold-Foil. ceivcd that which is within us will out of us. Expres- sion is the necessity of possession. The form which expression takes depends upon natural tendencies and aptitudes, and habits imposed by circumstances and opportunities. I suppose that to every man who writes & tfook, or is in the habit of writing books, there comes at the conclusion of each effort a sense of exhaustion. Then, through days, and weeks, and months, he walks contentedly, taking in new food without method, without design any thing, every thing regaling his sensibilities, ministering to his appetite for knowledge, exercising his sympathies, ab- sorbing greedily all the influences evolved by the life around him, till there steals upon him, insensibly, the desire for another instalment of expression in the habitual way. He finds himself organizing the truth he has received into harmonious and striking forms. He is arrested in fits of abstraction into which he has fallen unawares. He will not be content until the pen is in his hand, and his mind has applied itself to the work demanded by its condition. But about the flax that God sends to such a man : this would all seem to be pulled from the earth, softened by sun and rain, and broken and hackled by natural processes. True: and yet I imagine there are few thinking minds in the world that are not aware of a double process by which expression is arrived at one An Exordial Effay. 17 entirely involuntary, lying deep down in the conscious- ness, and operated independently of volition ; and another, voluntary, lying upon the surface, and mostly engaged in the invention of forms dependent for ma- terials upon the process beneath it. This is the reason why millions of men undertake to do what they never can do. The involuntary the divine process work- ing profoundly in their natures, throws up materials which they have no power to clothe in language, or present in forms of art which the mind will recognize as appropriate. Such men are misled. They strive to write essays, and fail. They struggle to produce poems, but cannot. They have abundant materials for essays and epics in them, but they are incapable of com- bining and expressing them. Many men and women spend their lives in unsuccessful efforts to spin the flax God sends them upon a wheel they can never use. The trouble with these people is that they have made a mistake in their spindle. It is with the human mind as with the plant. Deep down under ground there is a process of selection going on, by which salts and juices are drawn by a million roots and rootlets into the stem drawn from masses of mould and sand and gravel and sent upward to be acted upon again flax sent up by God to be spun. Every tree and shrub is a distaff for holding, and every twig a spindle for spinning the material with which God invests it. One twig, by a 18 Gold-Foil. power of its own, will make an apple, another a peach, another a pear, another will spin through long weeks upon a round, green bud, and then weave into it star- beams and moonbeams and sunbeams, and burst into a rose. *f he man full of juices and rich with life, who was made simply to bear Roxbury Russets, and yet un- dertakes to bear roses or magnolia blossoms, will always fail. Blessed is that man who knows his own distaffj and has found his own spindle. It is with the conviction that this pen which I hold is my particular spindle that I begin upon the flax God sends me, through a process entirely independent of my will, and undertake to spin a series of essays, kind readers, for you. That I may be able to contribute a worthy thread to the warp of your lives, or at least to furnish a portion of their woof contributing to their substance, if not to their beauty is my warmest wish and my most earnest prayer. n. THE INFALLIBLE BOOK. 41 He that leaves Certainty and sticks to Chance, When fools pipe, he may dance." 11 Better ride an ass that carries us than a horse that throws us." WE live in the future. Even the happiness of the present is made up mostly of that delightful discontent which the hope of better things inspires. "We lie all our invalid lives by the side of our Bethesda, watching the uneasy quicksand upon its bottom, hi its silvery eruptions, and listening to the murmuring gurgle of the retiring streamlet, yet waiting evermore for the angel to come and stir the waters that we may be blest. The angel comes, and the waters are stirred, but not for us ; and, though others grasp the blessing which we may not, we look for the angel still, and in this sweet looking fall happily asleep at last, and waken possibly in the angel's arms ; possibly, where ? As the future 20 Gold-Foil. holds our happiness and hopes, so does it also hold our fears and our apprehensions ; and the mind is on a con- stant outlook for that upon which it can best rely to avoid the evils which it dreads, and secure the good which it desires. It reaches in all directions with its hands, and tries in all directions with its feet, for a solid basis of calculation and expectation, with reference to its future pleasure and pain. As the future is inscru- table, it reads carefully the lessons of experience, studies the nature and tendency of things having rela- tion to its life, erects theories and institutes schemes of good, and bends its energies to the achievement and security of protection, necessary ministry, and all de- sirable possession. All this it does with reference to the few years of mortal life which remain to it. But there is a God above the soul, and there is something within it which prophesies of another life. The body is to die ; so much is certain. "What lies be- yond? No one who passes the charmed boundary comes back to tell. The imagination visits the realm of shadows sent out from some window of the soul over life's restless waters but wings its way wearily back with no olive leaf in its beak as a token of emerg- ing life beyond the closely-bending horizon. The great sun comes and goes in heaven, yet breathes no secret of the ethereal wildernesses. The crescent moon cleaves her nightly passage across the upper deep, but The Infallible Book. 21 tosses overboard no message, and displays no signals. The sentinel stars challenge each other as they walk their nightly rounds, but we catch no syllable of the countersign which gives passage to the heavenly camp. Shut in ! Shut in ! Between this life and the other life there is a great gulf fixed, across which neither eye nor foot can travel. The gentle friend whose eyes we closed in their last sleep long years ago, died with rap- ture in her wonder-stricken eyes, a smile of ineffable joy upon her lips, and hands folded over a triumphant heart; but her lips were past speech, and intimated nothing of the vision that enthralled her. So, in the lack of all demonstration, we have but one resort, and that is to faith. Faith must build a bridge for us ; faith must weave wings for us ; and that faith must find materials for its fabrics brought from the other side of the gulf, and not produced on this. We cannot enter the spirit land to explore, record, and report ; so all we get must be revealed to us. We may talk never so loudly of the intimations of the immor- tality within us, of the light of reason and of conscience, of tho godlike human soul ; we may speculate with mar- vellous ingenuity upon tho future development and des- tiny of powers that seem angelic even to ourselves, but it is all conjecture it is all as unsubstantial as the dreams that haunt our slumbers. Unless God teach us of the things of God, or delegate some occupant of a 22 Gold-Foil. heavenly seat to tell us of the things of heaven and of the destiny of the great family of intelligences to which we belong, we shall know nothing upon these subjects. Briefly, all knowledge concerning the future condition of men must come from the other world to this, and not through any agency initiated in this. We are thus helplessly, inevitably, left to revelation. We cannot help ourselves. We may flutter and flounder under this conviction as much as we choose, but fluttering and floundering avail nothing. If the fact that we are immortal be not revealed to us by a Being who knows, and cannot lie ; if the way to make our immortality a happy one be not pointed out to us by one who has the right to direct, then are we in darkness that may be felt then are we afloat upon a wide sea, without rud- der or compass. Now, there can be no faith in any revelations con- cerning the future state, and no faith in the things re- vealed, without a thorough conviction on the part of the soul exercising it that the source from which these revelations come is infallible. They must also be au- thoritative, and fully received as such into the convic- tions, or they are nothing. A revelation from any source, touching whose authority the soul admits a doubt, is absolutely valueless as an inspirer of faith. It is for this reason that all the unsettled mind in Christendom is drifting either towards an infallible The Infallible Book. 23 Bible, or an infallible church, or an infallible atheism infallible because denying every thing shutting God and the future out of existence. With many the drift- ing process is done with, and the journey is completed in rest and satisfaction. Many can say, with the Bible upon the heart " This is God's word. It is my rule of life. I believe in the God and the immortality which it reveals. I trust in it, and am happy." Others, edu- cated to believe in an infallible church, or struggling through frightful years of skepticism, have taken refuge in Rome, and tied up to the element of infallibility which they imagine they find there. Others still are either practically or professedly atheists and infidels, discarding Bible and church, and resting, or trying to rest, in the infallibility of a broad negation. It is not for me to prove the infallibility of the Bible, in part or in whole. I have not undertaken the task in this article, nor do I propose to undertake it in any future article. Neither do I undertake to show that an infallible church cannot be made out of fallible mate- rials. Still less do I undertake to prove the existence of a God and a future life. I take it for granted that the question of a future life is one of great interest to all minds, and the question of its happiness or misery, of the greatest, to most. I assume that the Bible com- municates a correct knowledge of God and human duty and destiny, or that nothing whatever is known 24 Gold-Foil. of them. I assert that in the degree in which this Bible has been received, as a whole and in particulars, as the infallible rule of faith and duty, have those thus receiving it found rest, peace, fearlessness of the future, and hope of everlasting happiness. I affirm that in the degree in which men have wandered away from this Bible into skepticism, or taken it into their hands to cheapen the character of its inspiration to cut, and cull, and criticize have they made themselves and others unhappy. All that has been done to weaken the foun- dation of an implicit faith in the Bible, as a whole, has been at the expense of the sense of religious obligation, and at the cost of human happiness. The mind, in such a matter as this, seeks for some- thing reliable, and will have it. If it cannot find it, it will make it. If it will not accept the Bible as such, it will make an infallible church, or deify and enthrone the human reason. One of the most interesting devel- opments of modern spiritualism is the illustration which it gives us of this fact. Tired with the puerile and contradictory revelations which it gets, or supposes it gets, from the spirit world, it has, in multitudes of in- stances, sunk into a cold rationalism, or thrown itself, disgusted and discouraged, upon the bosom of the Catholic Church, by a very necessity. Now there is no logical tendency of spiritualism into systems so di- verse a* these It is the instinctive leap of a soul, mis- The Infallible Book. 25 led by its intellect, yet true to its wants, out of a jargon of demoniacal whims into something which has, or as- sumes to have, infallibility. The rush of atheists and infidels into spiritualism atheists and infidels practical and theoretical is the rush of a class of minds that find it hard to believe without demonstration, and seek among these necromantic manifestations for something better than its reason, and more readily evident to it than the revelations of the Bible. I say that toward an infallible Bible, or an infallible church, or an atheism and infidelity growing out of the deification of the human reason, the mind of aU unset- tled Christendom is drifting, by a necessity of its na- ture. It will have something upon which it can rely. It cannot abide uncertainty ; it must have faith. His- tory will teach us something of the different results thrown up by these three currents of life. It is hardly necessary to allude to the paralysis of spiritual life that befalls a soul which places itself in the keeping of a church which surrenders itself to the mortifications and irrational impositions of an irresponsible hierarchy. The abuses, outrages, corruptions, Avars, and awful im- moralities that have grown out of a church like this, are matters which almost monopolize the pages of his- tory, and sufficiently prove that it has its basis in error and its authority in arrogant assumption. When the people of France pulled down both God and 26 Gold-Foil. the church, and set up reason in their place, all the infernal elements of human nature held their brief high carnival. That one terrific experiment should be enough for a thousand worlds, through countless years. So, cut off in all other directions, we come back to the Bible. If that be not authoritative, nothing is. If that be not infallible, as a revelation from God of his own character, the nature of the coming life, and the relations of this life to it, then nothing is infallible, and the faith, without which eai'th is a cheat and life a sorry jest, is impossible. "What do we find to be the fruits of a living, practical faith in an infallible Bible ? The most prominent, or that which appears most prominent, in the eyes of the world, is a missionary spirit in contra- distinction to a proselyting spirit. The really missionary work of the world has been done in the past, and is now being effected, by those who receive the Bible un- mutilated as God's word to men. The noblest heroisms that illustrate the history of the race have their inspira- tion in implicit faith in the Bible. Men in whom life was fresh and strong, and women who were the imper- sonations of gentleness and delicacy, have died for it the martyr's death of fire, singing until the red-tongued flames licked up their breath. Out of it have come all pure moralities. Forth from it have sprung all sweet charities. It has been the motive power of regenera- The Infallible Book. 27 tion and reformation to millions of men. It has com- forted the humble, consoled the mourning, sustained * O ' the suffering, and given trust and triumph to the dying. The wise old man has fallen asleep with it folded to his breast. The simple cottager has used it for his dy- ing pillow ; and even the innocent child has breathed his last happy sigh with his fingers between its promise- freighted leaves. * Suppose it could be proved that this Bible is all a fable: in what would the demonstration benefit us? It is all we have. If it do not infallibly teach us the truth concerning the future life, and instruct us in the way of making that future life a happy one, then there is nothing that does. Suppose it could be proved that parts of this Bible are fabulous, and that those portions which are not so were inspired in a kind of general way, like the writings of all genius which is both great and good : who would be the better or the happier for it ? I believe it to be demonstrable that no greater calamity could befall the human race than either the general loosening up, or the entire destruction, of faith in the Bible, even were the whole of it a cunning in- vention of the brain of man. Better an ass that car- ries us than a horse that throws us. Better faith in a fablo which inspires to good deeds, conducts our powers to noble ends, makes us loving, gentle, and heroic, eradi- cates our selfishness, establishes within us the principle 28 Gold-Foil. of benevolence, and enables us to meet death with equanimity if not with triumph, in the hope of a glori- ous resurrection and a happy immortality, than the skepticism of a kingly reason, which only needs to be carried to its legitimate issues to bestialize the human race, and drape the earth in the blackness of Tar- tarus. So, I say, let us stick to the Bible the whole of it from Genesis to Revelation. When the apostle, standing on the heights of inspiration, places the hand of the second Adam in the hand of the first the Adam of Genesis I believe there was such an Adam, and that the apostle believed it, and knew it. "When I see Christianity emerging naturally and logically from a religion of types and ordinances, I believe that that religion is a portion of the system of divine truth. When Christ, standing in the Temple, declares that the Scriptures testify of him, I believe they do thus testify, and that it is right that they be bound up with the Gospels and the Epistles as an essential portion of the grand whole. I find the writers of the New Testa- ment constantly referring to the Old, and the Old prophesying, or recording the preparation for, the events described in the New. There is much that I do not understand, and no little that seems incredible ; but I see no leaf that I have either the right or the wish to tear out and cast away. I receive it as, in it- The Infallible Book. 29 self, independent of my reason and my knowledge, an authentic, inspired, and harmonious whole. I pin my faith to it, and rely upon it as the foundation of my own hope and the hope of the world. Rational minds will ask for no higher proof that the Bible, in its entirety, is reliable as a revelation from God, than the nature of the faith which is based upon it, and the results of that faith the noblest phenomena of human experience the consummate fruitage of hu- man civilization. But were it otherwise, the Bible is our best wealth. Were it widely, wildly otherwise, Heaven withhold the hand that would touch it destruc- tively ! Crazy Kate, who parted with her sailor boy at the garden gate half a century ago, believes he will come back to her again, carries still in her withered bosom the keepsake which he gave her, and decks her silvery hair and her little room with flowers, to give him fitting welcome. This hope is her all. In this she lives ; and in this, fallacious though it be, resides all the significance of her life. As she stands upon the rock worn smooth by her constant feet, and gazes hopefully across the saddening sea into the yellow sun- set, to catch a glimpse of the long-expected sail, would it not be inhuman to plunder her of the keepsake and toss it into the waves, or tear from her the hope that fills with blood and breath the long perished object of her idolatry, and swells the phantom sails that arc 30 Gold-Foil. winging him to her bosom ? Whether true or false, the Bible is our all the one regenerative, redemptive agency in the world the only word that even sounds as if it came from the other side of the wave. If we lose it, we are lost. III. PATIENCE. " The world was not made in a minute." " Every thing comes in time to him who can wait" " For all one's early rising it dawns none the sooner." " What ripens last does not last," or, " soon ripe, soon rotten." IF there be one attribute of the Deity which aston- ishes me more than another, it is the attribute of patience. The Great Soul that sits on the throne of the universe is not, never was, and never will be, in a hurry. In the realm of nature, every thing has been wrought out in the august consciousness of infinite leis- ure ; and I bless God for that geology which gives me a key to the patience in which the creative process was effected. Alan has but a brief history. A line of nine- teen old men, centenarians, would, if they were to join hands, clasp the hand of Christ ; and the sixtieth of such a line would tell us that his name is Adam, and 32 Gold-Foil. that he does not know who his mother was. Yet this wonderful earth, unquestionably constructed with ref- erence to the accommodation of our race, was begun so long ago that none but fools undertake to reckon its age by the measurement of years. Ah ! what baths of fire and floods of water ; what earthquakes, eruptions, upheavals, and storms ; what rise and fall of vegetable and animal dispensations ; what melting and moulding and combining of elements, have been patiently gone through with, to fit up this dwelling-place of man ! When I look back upon the misty surface of the dimly retiring ages the smoking track over which the tram of creative change has swept it fades until the sky of the past eternity shuts down upon the vision ; and I only know that far beyond that point infinitely far that train commenced its progress, and that, even then, God only opened his hand to give flight to a thought that He had held imprisoned from eternity ! But the old rocks tell us that there was a time when animal life began rude and rudimentary ; typi- cal and prophetic, the geologists say. We may call it typical and prophetic, if we choose ; and, in a sense, it undoubtedly is so. But, to me, all these forms of animal life are simply patient studies of man. There seem to be parts of man in every thing that went before him. As I find in the studio of the artist who has com- pleted a great picture, studies of heads and hands, and Patience. 33 limbs and scenes which the picture embodies con- venient prisons of fleeting ideas experiments in com- position and effect so do I find in the records of pre- Adamic life only a succession of studies having refer- ence to the great picture of humanity. God was in no haste to get the world ready for man, and in no haste to make him. There was coal to lay up in exhaustless storehouses. There were continents to be upheaved, seas to chain, river-channels to carve. There was an infinite variety of germs to be invented and made in heaven, a soil to be prepared for their reception on the arth's surface, and a broadcast sowing to be effected. What infinite detail ! What intimate arrangement of special laws that should not clash with one another ! How could the Creator wait so long to see the being for whom all this pains-taking preparation was in progress ? Well, when the process was at last completed ; when the marvellously beautiful but diminutive form of Adam walked out of God's thought into the morning sunlight of Eden walked through flowers and odors, and among animals that licked his hand and gambolled around him unscared ; when the impalpable forms of angels were thick around him in an atmosphere uneasy with its burden of vitality, how did the Creator regard him the object of all this patient working and wait- ing ? It was what we should call " a great success." 2* 34 Gold-Foil. It was " veiy popular " with the observing host. The morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy ; but God did not even say that it was " very good ; " He only " saw " that it was so. No ruffle of exultation swept over the bosom of that sub- lime patience, for even then he had only made a be- ginning ! He had only made a place for his creatures to dwell in. Before Him stretched almost infinite cycles of duration. In the far perspective, He saw nations rise and sink, civilizations blossom and decay, the advent and the mission of Jesus, the struggles of good and evil, of light and darkness, of truth and error ; and on the remote pinnacle of destiny, faintly rising to his eye in the eternity before him, the blazing windows and the white pillars and spires of the Temple of Consummation ! Some people wonder how God can bear as He does with human frailty and wickedness. In effect, they ask why He does not sweep the whole race out of exist- ence, and start again. As if the Being who had pa- tiently wrought and waited for myriads of ages to prepare for man had not patience to allow him to work out his destiny ! Ah, short-sighted mortals ! Has not God an eternity to accomplish His ends in ? Is He, before the eyes of a universe, to relinquish an experi- ment, and pronounce that to be a failure on which He has expended such infinite pains and patience ? Not Patience. 35 He; and the man must be idiotic who cannot draw from this patience food for hope, even when mercy seems exhausted. But this divine element enters more or less into human character, and it is with this that we have specially to do. There is no well-doing no godlike doing that is not patient doing. There is no great achievement that is not the result of patient working and waiting. There is no royal road to any thing. One thing at a tune all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly ; that which grows slowly, endures. The silver-leafed poplar grows in one decade, and dies in the next ; the oak takes its century to grow in, and lives and dies at leisure. This law runs through all vegetation, through all creation, and through all human achievement. A fortune won in a day is lost hi a day ; a fortune won slowly, and slowly compacted, seems to acquire from the hand that won it the prop- erty of endurance. "We all see this, we all acknowl- edge it, yet we are all in a hurry. We are in haste for position ; we are in haste for wealth ; we are in haste for fame ; we are hi haste for every thing that is desir- able, and that shapes itself into an object of life. In that worthiest of all struggles the struggle for self- mastery and goodness we are far less patient with ourselves than God is with MS. We forget, too, in our impatience with others with their weakness and 36 Gold-Foil. wrong-doing that there is One who sees this weakness and wickedness as we never can see it, yet is unruffled by it. " Work and wait " " work and wait " is what God says to us in Creation and in Providence. We work, and that is godlike ; we get impatient, and there crops out our human weakness. Man of business, do the gains come in slowly ? Do your neighbors outstrip you in prosperity ? Do you hear of friends grown suddenly rich by great specula- tions, and is your heart discouraged with the prospect before you ? Does it seem to you that your lot is hard beyond that of other men ? God is only trying to see how much you are like Him how much of His own life is in you. If He is the kind father I take Him to be, He is quite as anxious to bless you as you are anxious to be blest ; and as He does not appear to be in a hurry to have you become rich, it strikes me that it would be quite as well for you to take your stand with Him, and be willing to work and wait. Don't be in a hurry. The world was not made in a minute ; yet what a marvel of beauty and wealth it is! You say that you have worked hard enough, and that is very well ; but have you done that which is harder than work, and quite as essential have you waited patiently and well ? Have you not been fretting and complain- ing all the time ? All things come in time to him who can wait. Patience. 37 Weary mother, with a clamorous family at your knee a family clamorous for bread, for clothing, for amusement, for change for their restless natures do you get impatient ; and do the fretful words sometimes escape to wound those young ears and chafe those fresh hearts ? Do you look forward through ten, fifteen, or twenty years, and, seeing no intermission of daily care for these impulsive spirits, and ceaseless ministry to their fickle impulses, sigh over your bondage? Be patient. Think of God's patience with His family a thousand millions here on the earth alone deadly quarrels going on among them all the time, cheating between brethren, wildness with greed for gold, mil- lions of them never looking up to thank the hand that feeds them during their life! Think how He looks down, and sees millions bound in compulsory servitude to other millions sees great multitudes meet in the madness of war to slaughter one another ; sees a whole Avorld lying in wickedness, carelessness, and ingratitude. Mark how He causes the seasons to come and go, how seed-time and harvest fail not, how His unwearied servant the sun shines on the evil and the good alike, how the gentle rain falls with no discrimination on the just and the unjust. Think how He patiently bears with your impatience. Listen ! There comes no out- cry from the heavens to still all this \vild unrest ; but gently, patiently, the ministry of nature and of Provi- 38 Gold-Foil. dence proceeds from day to day and from year to year as gently and patiently and unremittingly, as if it were universally greeted with gratitude, and nour- ished only plants that were blossoming with praise. Can you not be patient with the little ones you love for a little while ? You really ought to be ashamed of impatience, with such an example of patience as God gives, especially as you are a sharer in its benefits. Discouraged pastor, mourning over the lack of re- sults in your ministry, do you sometimes get impatient with the listlessness and coldness of your flock, and rail at them in good set terms ? Surely you have forgotten who and what you are. You are God's minister the promulgator of his religion. He sent the Great Teacher to the earth eighteen hundred years ago : and those to whom He was sent maligned Hun, doubted Him, perse- cuted and killed Him. For eighteen hundred years He has patiently waited to see the religion of Jesus estab- lished in the earth, and he is waiting patiently still, though it spreads so slowly that its progress from cen- tury to century can hardly be traced. He planted the true seed, and He is confident that it will germinate and grow, until its branches shall fill the whole earth. He has confidence in His truth : have you ? Can you not be content, like Him, to plant, and nourish, and water, and tenderly prune, and trust for the issue ? He has distinctly told you that with all your planting and Patience. 39 watering the increase is only of Him. If you are faith- ful in these offices, and get impatient for results, does it not occur to you that you are getting quite as impa- tient with God as you are with your people ? If He have reason for withholding increase, you have no reason to find fault. The work is His, the results are His they are not yours. Therefore be content to work and wait, for no man can work in perfect harmony with God who is not as willing to wait as to work. God works and waits always, and in every thing, and you are a discord in the economy of His universal scheme the moment you become impatient. Champion of Truth, lover of humanity, hater of wrong, do you grow tired and disgusted with your fel- lows ? Do you grow angry when you contemplate in- stituted cruelty ? Are you tempted to turn your back upon those whom you have striven to bless, when they stop their ears, or laugh you in the face ? Do you feel your spirit stirred with deep disgust, or swelling with rage, when those to whom you have given your best life your noblest love, your most humane impulses, your truest ideal of that which is good contemn you, misconstrue you, and persecute you ; when those whom you seek to reform brand you as a pestilent fel- low, a disturber, and a busybody ? It is very natural that you should do so, but it is far from godlike. Be patient. If this world of natural beauty was not made 40 Gold-Foil. in a minute ; if it had to go through convulsions and changes, age after age, before the flowers could grow and the maize could spring, think you that the little drop of vital power that is in you can reform the world of mind, and bring out of chaos the realization of the fair ideal that is in you in the brief space of your life ? Pour into your age your whole life, if it be pure and good, and be sure that you have done something your little all. There shall be no drop of that life wasted. Where you put it there it shall be, an atom in the slowly rising monument of a world redeemed to goodness. If you cannot take counsel of God in this thing, and, with the counsel, courage, take it from the most insignificant of His creatures the madrepores that build islands covered with gardens of wonderful beauty under the sea. The little polyp may well be discour- aged when it sees how little it can do in the creation of the coral world to which, by a law of its nature, it is bound to contribute. But it gives to this world the entire results of its little life a calcareous atom and then it dies. But that atom is not lost ; God takes care of that. All He asks of the madrepore is its life, and though it may not witness the glory of the struc- ture it assists to rear, it has a place in the structure in essential place and there it is glorified. Through those strangely-fashioned trees the green sea sweeps. Patience. 41 and wondering monsters swim and stare, till, little by little, as the ages with heavy feet tramp over the upper earth, they rear themselves into the light, and hold the turbulent sea asleep beneath the smile of God. Little by little they lay the foundations upon which a new life rests, and become the eternal pillars of a temple in which man worships, and from which his voice of praise ascends to Heaven. Therefore, if the patience of God do not inspire and instruct you, let the self-sacrifice of the polyp shame you, and the results of that sacrifice encourage you. Give that little life of yours with its little result to the twig where you hang, never minding the surges of the sea that try to dislodge you, nor the monsters that stare at you, and be sure that the tree shah 1 emerge at last into the light of Heaven the basis and the assurance of a new and glorious life for a race. Poet, forger of ideals, dreamer among the possibili- ties of life, prophet of the millennium, do you get im- patient with the prosaic life around you the dulness, and the earthliness, and the brutishness of men ? Fret not. Go forward into the realm which stretches before you ; climb the highest mountain you can reach, and plant a cross there. The nations will come up to it some day. Work for immortality if you will; then wait for it. If your own age fail to recognize you, a coming age will not. Plunge into the eternal forest 42 Gold-Foil. that sleeps in front, and blaze the trees. Be a pioneer of Time's armies as they march into the unseen and un- known. Signalize the advance guard from afar. If you have the privilege of living the glorious life of which you dream, are you not paid ? "Why, there are uncounted multitudes who walk under the stars, and never dream that they are beautiful. There are crowds who trample a flower into the dust, without once think- ing that they have one of the sweetest thoughts of God under their heel. There are myriads of stolid eyes that gaze into the ethereal vermilion of a sunset without dreaming that God lighted the fire. The world could see no beauty in the greatest life and character that ever existed, why they should desire it, and yet God does not get impatient because He is not recognized. The stars stnd the sky as thickly as ever ; the flowers bloom as freshly as at first, and breathe no complaints with their dying perfume ; the sunset patiently varies its picture from nightfall to nightfall, though no one praises it ; and Christ, in the garb of humble men and women, looks from pure and patient eyes in every street, and ooks none the less sweetly because he is not seen. Therefore, O poet, be patient, though the world see not the visions that enchain you, and remember what com- panionship is yours. Aye, be patient ! IV. PERFECT LIBERTY. " For the upright there are no laws." " Laws were mode for rogues." " Love rules his kingdom without a sword." " Love makes labor light." A TIPSY man, laboring alike under an uncom- fortable confusion of ideas and an incompetent control of his muscles, is apt to find a sidewalk of com- mon width too narrow for him. The trees and lamp- posts rush with violence to assault him, curbstones rise in his path with ruffianly greetings, and the inclination of a dead level is such that at last he slides into the gutter, where he breathes out his curses upon the dan- gers of the way. The sober man walks the same path without seeing lamp-post or tree, and without being conscious of the slightest restraint upon his movements. "NVe put a poke upon a vicious cow, because she has a disposition to go precisely Avhere she is not wanted to 44 Gold-Foil. go into a cornfield, where she will do serious damage to the proprietor, and kill herself with over-eating. She comes up to the fence that she would fain demolish or surmount, and the new restraint vexes her beyond measure. Her companion in the field is an innocent, docile creature, that is content with her honest grass, and her honest way of getting it. So, while the thief stands raving and floundering at the fence, she fills her- self with clover, and contentedly lies down to the pleas- ant task of rumination, without a thought of restraint or deprivation. For the innocent cow there is no poke. The perfect liberty of any faculty of the mind lies within the range of its office. Acquisitiveness is a faculty of mind. It is endowed with a certain legiti- mate office, and in that office it has full liberty liberty in the field in which it has its life. If it overstep the bound of its office, and steal, it preys upon the fruits of the liberty of others, and degenerates into licen- tiousness. Then it feels the law which defines the boun- daries of its field of liberty, but until that time, the law is a thing unfelt. A horse, standing upon the beach, and looking out to the sea as a realm forbidden to him, may be imagined to find fault with the line of surf that warns him away from a region in which he has no legiti- mate rights and no legitimate office. The beach may be free to him for miles, and pastures may recede from Perfect Liberty. 45 it for other miles, over which he has liberty to run and range at will, with the opportunity to supply all his wants, and expend all his vitality. If he plunge into the sea, he feels the law that defines the boundaries of his perfect liberty. Laws are the very bulwarks of liber- ty. They define every man's rights, and stand between and defend the individual liberties of all men. The mo- ment that law is destroyed, liberty is lost ; and men left free to enter upon the domains of each other, destroy each other's rights, and invade the field of each other's liberty. No man ever feels the restraint of law so long as he remains within the sphere of his liberty a sphere, by the way, always large enough for the full exercise of his powers and the supply of all his legitimate wants. It is only rogues who feel the restraints of law. We live in a free country, and its freedom consists in the pro- tection which the laws give to each man's liberty to pursue his legitimate ends of life in a legitimate way. We rejoice in these laws, because they guard our liberty not because they interfere with it. We make them, support them, and obey them, in the exercise of our liberty. They stand between us and that licen- tiousness which is the invader and destroyer of liberty. There is no state of society under heaven, and there can be none, where perfect liberty exists, without an obedience to law so glad and so entire that the re- straints of the law are unfelt. 46 Gold-Foil. Thus much is true, without any reference to God, or any relation to religion. Thus much is philosophical- ly true. Advancing a step in the discussion, another element enters in the element of love the perfect law of liberty. The moment the soul is lifted in love to its Maker, and extended in love to its fellows, the whole realm of law is illuminated by a new light, and there is only darkness beyond its boundaries. Before this il- lumination, self-interest, or right philosophical judgment may be sufficient to keep the soul contentedly within the boundaries of law. After it, it becomes the subject of duty duty to God and duty to man. It recognizes relationships on the lines of which it is to flow out in piety and good works. The law which defines its indi- vidual liberty is in a measure sunk out of sight, and the law which defines its duty is that only which it sees. The influx of this new love is essentially the influx of a new life. This realm of duty is the one which, through the vestibule of law, I have endeavored to lead the reader. Can the soul enjoy perfect liberty in the realm of duty? This question I wish to answer for the benefit of a great multitude of men and women who, with a sense of great self-sacrifice, have taken upon them the responsibilities of the Christian life. To these, this life is a life of crosses and mortifications. They find their duty unpleasant and onerous. It is to them a law of Perfect Liberty. 47 restraint and constraint. They are constantly oppressed with what they denominate "a sense of duty." It torments them with a consciousness of their inefficien- cy, with a painful and persistent questioning of their motives, with multiplied and perplexing doubts of the genuineness of their religious experience. Christian liberty is a phrase of which they know not the mean- ing, for they are, in fact and in feeling, the slaves of duty. They feel themselves enchained within the bounds of a system superinduced upon their life, and not in any proper sense incorporated with it. I ask the question again : Can the soul enjoy per- fect liberty in the realm of duty ? I answer in the af- firmative, and express my belief that that liberty may be of as much higher quality and of as much greater extent than in the realm of pure law, as the love from which it springs is superior as a basis of action to an intellectual apprehension and acceptation of law as the condition of liberty. Love is its own law, and duty is only the name of those lines of action which naturally flow out from love. I apprehend nothing as Christian duty which does not naturally flow out from Christian love. All those actions which love naturally dictate* and performs, if performed by any individual as simple duties performed grudgingly and difficultly amount to nothing as Christian actions. They become simply bald acts of morality, and have no connection with re- 48 Gold-Foil. ligion. Let me not be misunderstood. Love may constrain to acts that, for various reasons, are difficult of performance ; but difficult acts, performed from a simple sense of duty acts in no way growing out of love acts performed only for the satisfaction of con- science and for the acquisition of mental peace are not Christian acts, essentially, and cannot be made to appear such. Love, I say again, is its own law. A man who loves God supremely, and his neighbor as himself, may do exactly what he pleases all that he wishes to do all that by this love he is moved to do. There is no li- cense here, for a man possessed by these affections will please to do, wish to do, and be moved to do, only those things that follow the lines of duty. Here is Christian liberty, and it is nowhere else. Here is Christian liberty, and there is no such other liberty as this under the sun. It is the liberty of angels and of God Himself. It rises infinitely above the liberty de- fined by law, and is, in fact and in terms, " the liberty of the sons of God " one of the most suggestive and inspiriting phrases, by the way, contained within the lids of the Bible. The most beautiful sight this earth affords is a man or woman so filled with love that duty is only a name, and its performance the natural outflow and expression of the love which has become the cen- tral principle of their life. For such men and women Perfect Liberty. 49 there is neither law nor duty, as a hinderance to perfect liberty. They are on a plane above both. They live essentially in the same love out of which law and duty proceeded. Law and duty were born of love. Love originally drew their outlines and carved the channels of their operation, and, rising into an appropriation and incorporation of the mother element, the soul loses, of course, the necessity of its offspring, has, in fact, within itself both element and offspring. Perhaps my meaning will be more exactly appre- hended by the use of illustrations. A woman finds herself the mother of a family of children, whom she loves as her own life. It is against the law that she turn them out of doors, or kill them, or maltreat them in any way. Does she feel the restraint of these laws ? Does she ever think of their existence ? Do they cnr- tail her liberty to any extent ? Not at all, for her lovo is her law. Rising now into the realm of duty, we see that she owes to them the preparation of their food, the care of their persons and clothing, ministry in sick- ness, home education, sympathy in trouble, discipline for disobedience, and all motherly offices. Now do these duties come to her simply as duties ? Does she feed and clothe her children, minister to them in sick- ness, educate them and sympathize with them, from a sense of duty ? Ah, no ! In the domain of motherly duty, love is her law, and the performance of these 3 50 Gold-Foil. duties is simply the natural outflow and expression of the love which she bears to her children. The stronger and the more perfect her love, the smaller the restraints of law and the constraints of duty ; and when this love becomes, as in many instances it does become, an all- absorbing passion, law and duty, in connection with her relations to her children, are things she never even dreams of. Her neighbors may call her a slave to her children, but she knows that she is in the enjoyment of a most delicious liberty the liberty to do precisely those things which please her most, inspired by a love that knows neither law nor duty. Suppose now that this mother die and a step-mother take her place. She may find among those children one so intractable and ungrateful that it would be a pleasure to her to turn it out of the house, but the law prevents. She then looks upon law as a restraint upon her liberty. But, in the place she has taken, she per- ceives that she owes duties to this family of children. She has an intellectual appreciation of the duties of her office, and undertakes to perform them. We will sup- pose that, from a simple sense of duty, she devotes herself to them as thoroughly as their own mother did before her. Under circumstances like these, duty would become a burden, and a bondage. What was almost a divine liberty with the mother, becomes to the step-mother a crushing slavery. Conscientious but Perfect Liberty. 51 unloving, she wears out a life of servitude to duty, and of course is most unhappy. It seems to me that these simple illustrations throw unmistakable light upon this whole subject. Christian love knows no such thing as slavery to law and to duty The higher, the purer, and the stronger this love, the more do law and duty disappear, until, finally, they are unthought of, and the soul finds itself free without a single shackle on its faculties, or a single restraint upon its movements. It acts within the lines of law, because its highest life naturally lives within them. Those lines are not described to it by a foreign or superior power ; they are defined by itself, in the full exercise of liberty born of love. It performs its duties because they lie in the path of its natural action. 1ST either re- straint nor constraint is felt, because, in the perfect liberty which is born of perfect love, it chooses to do, and does, that against which there is no law, and that in which abides all duty. So, if there be any struggling, sorrowful Christians, who are in the habit of taking up daily crosses, and doing unpleasant things, because, and simply because, they deem them to be duties, I have only this to say to them that no act of theirs, performed simply be- cause it is a duty, and performed with a sense of con- straint that does not come from genuine love to God and man, can be looked back upon as a Christian duty 52 Gold-Foil. worthily performed. As a moral act, conscientiously performed, there is in it a quality of goodness, but it is the work of a slave and not of a freeman. My servant may bring me a glass of water because I command her to, and in so doing she will perform her duty, though it may be to her a task. If, when I enter my house, heated with walking and labor, my daughter bring me a glass of water, from love of me and sympathy for me, the character of the act is essentially changed. Her act is in the domain of perfect liberty, and had its birth in love. The two acts are identical, they cost the same amount of labor, both were performed in the discharge of a duty, yet the dullest intellect will apprehend a dif- ference in their quality that elevates one almost infi- nitely above the other. There is no release in this world, or the next, from the restraints of law and the constraints of duty, save in love. Duty, especially out of the domain of love, is the veriest slavery of the world. The cry of the soul is for freedom. It longs for liberty, from the date of its first conscious moments. This natural longing is not born of depravity, but points with an unerring finger to a source of satisfaction existing somewhere for it in the universe of God. Law surrounds us while we are low, and we beat our heads against it and are baffled. Duty takes us upon a higher plane on the plane of conscience, or an insufiicient Christian love, Perfect Liberty. 53 and forces us to the performance of tasks which are hard and ungrateful. We ask for something better than this, and we get it when love fills us full of itself, and absorbs us into itself. What the Christian world wants is more love. Love rules his kingdom without a sword. There is no compulsion here. Love makes labor light. There are no unpleasant tasks here at least, none whose unpleasantness destroys a divine pleasure in their performance. A man who feels that his religion is a slavery, has not begun to comprehend the real nature of religion. That heart of his is still selfish. There is lacking the elevation, the entire con- secration which alone can introduce him into that glorious liberty which the real sons of God enjoy. Ah, this liberty ! How little have we of it in the world ! How we go groping, and mourning, and wail- ing through the darkness walled in by la\v, goaded on by duty, and filled with the fears which perfect love casts out, when all the while there hang above us crowns within our reach, which, grasped, would make us kings ! Oh, it is very pitiful this sight of Christian slaves ! Most pitiful, however, does it become, when we comprehend the fact that in this slavery many think they find the evidence of their Christianity. They bear burdens throughout their lives which wear into their very hearts, and think there is merit in it. Mor- tification, penance, bondage are these the rewards of 54 Gold-Foil. Christianity ? Crosses, servitude, fear are these the credentials of love ? Out upon such mischievous er- ror ! Into it, God forbid that soul of yours or mine should be drawn ! "What great wonder is it that the" world is frightened away from such bondage as this ? No : perfect love holds the secret of the world's perfect liberty. It is only this that releases us from law, and discharges us from duty, by making law the definition of our life, and duty the natural, free outflow of our souls. Into this liberty Divine Love would lead us. Up to it would Heaven lift us. In it only is the perfection of Christian action. In it only can the soul find that freedom for which it has yearned through all its history. In it only lives an exuberant, boundless joy joy in tribulation, joy in labor, joy in every thing except that world of slavish life that lives below it, bound to law and duty, to forms and creeds, to morti- fications and penances, selfishness and sin. "VVe shall know more about it up yonder. V. TRUST, AND WHAT COMES OF IT. " He who sows his land trusts in God." "Trust everybody, but thyself most." " Trusting often makes fidelity." " If you would make a thief honest, trust him." " Trust thyself only, and another shall not betray thee." IT is sadly humiliating to think that more than a moiety of the world's trust in God is blind and unconscious. We trust in lines of precedent, and links of succession, and laws and principles. Very little of our trust is immediate. "We sow our seed, and bury it in the earth, trusting that the germs we deposit will proceed to the beautiful unfolding of the harvest ; yet our trust is in the seed, the season, the sun, the soil any thing but the God who instituted vegetable life, and all its laws and conditions. We are compelled to trust something, however, or we should die. Trust lies at the basis of every scheme of human life, and is 56 Gold-Foil. the corner-stone of the temple of human happiness. If our trust fail to reach God directly, or if it fail to become transitive through nature into God, then it must abide in nature. It must live somewhere. We trust to some power or principle for the rising and the setting of the sun, for the sleep of winter, the resurrec- tion of spring, the fructification of summer, and the fruition of autumn. We know nothing of the future. We do not know that rain will fall that seed-time and harvest will come ; but we trust that they will ; and this trust is so strong that, practically, it answers the purposes of foreknowledge it brings the feeling of security to the heart, and furnishes a basis for the plans necessary to perpetuate the life of the race. But we trust no further than we can see. Something must come between us and the Being upon whom we rely for every thing, before our hearts will poise themselves in trust. We trust nature, our fellows, and even God Himself, because we are obliged to. We would trust nobody and no thing if we could get along without it. We trust nature because, if we did not, we could not live. We trust God, strongly or feebly, because we know that in the life beyond this our destiny is in His hands. We trust our fellows, because it is necessary to have one heart, at least, in whose confidence we may dwell. A man who is poor in trust is the poorest of ah 1 God's creatures. Tiuft, and what comes of it. 57 "Now why this strange reluctance in trusting? Why should it be necessary to force us into trusting when, without it, we cannot be happy for a moment when, without it, we cannot institute a single plan re- lating to the future ? I think that the lack of trust in God and our universal distrust of men grow out of a sense of our own ill desert and our own untrustworthi- ness. I find always those who are the richest in trust toward God and man the most trustworthy in them- selves. I find those who go about with open hearts and honest lips, with no intent of evil toward others, those who trust men the most invariably. The child trusts because it finds no reason in itself why it should not. The charity that thinketh no evil trusts in God and trusts in men. The heart that knows itself to be false, trusts neither in God nor men. So, naturally, and after the common order of things, we shall get no more trust in this world until the world which must bring the grace into exercise is better. As this world grows better, the trust which forms the basis of its happiness will grow broader, a more luxuriant social life will spring up, and the great brotherhood of hu- manity will not only come nearer together, but they will be blended and fused in an all-pervading sympathy. Naturally, and after the common order of things, I say, the world will have no more voluntary trust until it is better ; but trusting as a policy may be instituted 3* 58 Gold-Foil. for the purpose of making the world better ; and it is this policy that I propose to make the subject of this article. A child that comes to me in danger, or sor- row, or perplexity, and takes my hand, and looks into my eyes, and utters its wants in trust, begets in me trustworthiness, on the instant. It rouses into action all within me that is good and honorable and true, and I cannot betray that trust without a loss of self-respect that will make me contemn myself for a life-time. A maiden who comes into my presence in guileless trust, and in any way places her destiny in my hands, would shame me into trustworthiness were my heart teeming with impurity. Even the timid hare, hunted from field to field, and hard beset by the baying hounds, would find a protector in me should it leap desperately into my arms, and lay the tumult of its frightened heart upon the generous beatings of name. The child, the maiden, the hare would beget in me trustworthi- ness, simply by trusting me. They would make me considerate and generous and honorable. I should despise myself Avere I to harm either by a thought. Such beings, under such circumstances, would come to me as missionaries, bearing one of the very sweetest of the lessons of Christ. These illustrations seem to me to be pregnant with meaning, and instinct with illumination. They open to me the door of a policy, and reveal to me a ministry Truft, and what comes of it. 59 equally beautiful and beneficent, yet they involve no new law, and spring out of no newly-discovered princi pie. All seed produces after its kind. If I plant corn, I reap corn ; if I plant lilies, I gather lilies. Like pro- duces like in the spiritual no less than in the material universe. Love begets love ; anger begets anger. If I sow to the wind, I reap the whirlwind. So, if I sow trust, I reap trust. The soil will honor the seed. Of course, I state this as a general fact. There are souls as well as soils that will produce nothing good. There are souls as well as soils so sour, so rank with pollution, or so poor, that nothing but weeds will grow in them ; but, as a general fact, in the worlds of mind and mat- ter, the soil will honor the seed. Wherever there may be the slightest promise of return, we are to sow our trust. Now what is the aspect that life presents to us ? Is it not that of universal distrust ? Nay, has not dis- trust become an instituted thing, that has taken form in maxims and proverbs ? There is hardly a language that does not contain a proverb which says in words, or effect, " Trust thyself only, and another shall not be- tray thee " a proverb that bears the very singe and Bcent of hell. Thus distrust is not only a fact, but it has become a policy. It is inculcated by universal human society ; and as like produces like, distrust is everywhere reaped, because it is everywhere sown. 60 Gold-Foil. We take no pains to nurse honor by trusting it. We trust interest and appetite, and every thing base and selfish in a man, quicker than we do any good quality in him. We trust that which is beast-like in men, and refuse to trust that which is godlike. We decline to bring honor into exercise, and honor dwindles under the treatment. One of the most notable illustrations of the evil consequences of distrust is that afforded by the relative positions of the sexes. The institutions of society and education, so far as they have to do with these rela- tions, are established on the theory that men and women are not to be trusted together. Our colleges and schools, and all the institutions and usages of social life, recognize, as a cardinal fact, the untrustworthiness of men and women. They proceed upon the theory that men will betray if they can, and that virtue in women is only a name. Wherever this theory is pushed to its extreme, there we shall find always the qualities suspected. I suppose that there is no country in the world where young women are guarded with such care as in France. The very extreme of punctilio is exacted on the part of parents, and a woman is hardly allowed to see her lover alone until after her marriage. The duenna is her companion in society, as constantly as her own shadow. Yet in France, as in all countries where this extreme of caution is observed where this Truft, and what comes of it. 61 distrust takes its severest form is female virtue the rarest, and masculine licentiousness the most universal. Virtue shrinks and refuses to live in the atmosphere of universal distrust. Manly purity and honor find no use for themselves where they are neither believed in nor appealed to. This distrust of the sexes, so persistently and powerfully inculcated by society, breeds untrust- worthiness, and sows broadcast the seeds of impurity. It always has been so, and it always will be. There is no remedy but in releasing society from the control of men and women who are sadly conscious of their own weaknesses, and in the assumption of the functions of education by men who are something more than saintly and suspicious grandmothers. Just look at this thing. Here are two sexes, in- tended by Heaven to be the companions of each other intended to ennoble and purify each other, to enter into the most intimate, endearing and permanent rela- tions with each other, to draw from each other the very choicest of their earthly happiness the two hemi- spheres of humanity necessary to the perfection and beauty of the great sphere of life yet trained from the first dawning of their regard for one another to believe in their mutual untrustworthiness ! They are seated on different sides of the room where they meet to worship a common Lord. They are caged in boarding-schools, kept from association by all possible means, kept as 62 Gold-Foil. much as may be from all knowledge of each other, trained to impurity of imagination by the very restraints which are put upon them to keep them pure. I believe in manly honor and womanly virtue; and that the more we trust them the more we develop them. I be- lieve that an honor never developed by the trust of pure and womanly hearts, and a virtue that has always lived in the poisonous atmosphere of distrust, and has never come out to stand alone in its own sweet self- assertion, are as good as brown paper, and only better in exceptional instances. I believe that all that is needed in America to make our nation as untrustworthy as France, is to draw the reins still tighter, build the walls of partition still higher, and come up, or down, to the policy of ignoring or contemning any power of virtue in men and women that will keep them from sin. Now let us take a very simple and suggestive illus- tration of this principle of trust as it bears upon our general life. We meet, passing through the streets of the city or town where we live, a stranger. He ap- proaches us, and informs us that he has lost his way, and inquires the direction of his lodgings. He places himself, in his ignorance and helplessness, in our hands. He trusts the direction of his footsteps entirely to us. We can deceive him if we will ; but we are upon our honor at once. We are trusted, and our hearts spring Truft, and what comes of it 63 naturally and instantaneously np to honor that trust. "Now there is not one man in one hundred, in any class of society, who will not honor so simple a trust, and who does not feel that he is happier and better in con- sequence of honoring it. As polite and hearty offices of kindness has it been my lot to receive from entire strangers, under circumstances like these, as I have ever received in my life. To my mind, this little illus- tration denotes the general trustworthiness of men, and shows to me that if I approach my fellows in a simple, honest trust, they will deal fairly with me. Perhaps I should except itinerant dealers in crockery and glass- ware, professional Peter Funks, Irishmen who work by the job, and others whose sole living it is to get large returns for insignificant investments. But I do not propose to deal with these. They are not my fellows, and I have no relations with them. Everything good in a man thrives best when prop- erly recognized. Men do about what we expect of them. If a man with whom I have business relations perceive that I expect him to cheat me if he can, he will commonly do it. If, on the contrary, he see that I place implicit faith in his honor that I trust him every thing good in the man springs into life, and de- mands that that trust be honored. The sordid ele- ments of his character may possibly triumph, but they will triumph by a struggle which will weaken them. 64 Gold-Foil. If I am unwilling to trust my son or my daughter out of my sight, I may reasonably expect to plant and nour- ish in them precisely those qualities which would make it dangerous for them to be out of my sight. If I re- fuse to trust the word of an honest man, I may reason- ably expect that with me, at least, he will break faith at the earliest opportunity. If I place all men and women at arm's length, in the fear that one of them will be treacherous to me, I place myself beyond the desert of good treatment at their hands beyond the reach of their sympathies and their good-will in short, I insult them, and voluntarily institute an antagonism which naturally breeds mischief in them toward me. So I advocate the policy of universal faith, as an essential condition of universal faithfulness of univer- sal trust as a pre-requisite for universal trustworthiness. The world does not half comprehend the principle of overcoming evil with good, but clings to the infernal policy of overcoming evil with evil. I know of no power in the world but good, with which to overcome evil ; and when I see on every side exhibitions of a Jack of personal honor, I know that I can foster the honor that remains in no way except by recognizing it and calling it into development by direct practical ap- peal, One of the most remarkable and suggestive pas- sages in the Bible, as it seems to me, is this : " If we love not our brother whom we have seen, how can we Truft, and what comes of it. 65 love God, whom we have not seen ? " Many will fail to see how such a conclusion naturally follows from such premises ; but a little consideration will show that by the amount in which godlike elements etter into humanity, do human elements enter into divinity ; and that if we fail to recognize and love these elements as they are exhibited to us in human life, we shall neces- sarily fail to recognize and love the same elements in a Being removed beyond our vision, and, save as we see Him in humanity, beyond our comprehension. Now this thing is just as true of trust as it is of love. If we fail to trust that which is good in our brother, whom we have seen, how can we trust the same qualities in a Being whom we have not seen, and of whom we know nothing definitely, save as He has exhibited Himself to us in human life ? I know of nothing that antagonizes more directly with trust in the divine Being than the attitude and habit of distrust which w r e maintain towards our fellows. I believe that history and obser- vation will prove the entire soundness of this principle, and will show that every soul that sits apart from its brotherhood, in settled distrust, is devoid of faith and trust in the Being from whom it sprang. I believe that God has laid the way to trust in Himself through hu- manity, and that those who refuse to walk in it will fail to find a short cut to Him. Trust in man, then, is not only the true policy for 66 Gold-Foil. the development of trustworthiness in man, but it is the legitimate path over which we must walk to the at- tainment of a secure and happy piety. Let us then throw the door of our hearts wide open. Let us give our hand to our brother in honest trust. One may possibly abuse our trust ; but ninety-nine in one hundred will not ; and we cannot afford to sacrifice so great a good for ourselves, and the great mass of men, to save our confidence from a single betrayal. We do not re- fuse our dirty pence to a beggar who appears to be in need, because he may abuse the gift ; but we say that it is better that ten betray our trust than that one inno- cent man should suffer want. When the universal heart longs for trust, delights in trust, is made better by trust, and needs trust, we should give so cheap a thing freely. Especially should we do it when we can legitimately apply those precious words to the gift " Inasmuch as ye did it unto the least of these, ye did it unto me." VI. THE IDEAL CHRIST. " Like master, like man." rEALS are the world's masters. That self which thinks, and judges, and knows, is always in ad- vance of that other self which wills, and acts, and lives ; and all the spare capital of the soul all that is not ap- propriated to the daily uses and experiences of its life is invested in ideals projected into forms where it may be kept, contemplated, and worshipped, as the insti- tuted sources of its inspiration. That which is godlike in men goes ahead of them into some form of their own choosing, to beckon them toward perfection and to lead them toward God. Wherever our affections cluster, there springs up an ideal character. Our ideal may not be up to the character which serves as its nucleus, nor identical with it in any way ; but, wherever God sees 68 Gold-Foil. our love concentrating, He plants himself in the form of our noblest conceptions of honor, purity, and good- ness, that we may be attracted towards Him. "We fol- low the lines of the flight of our conceptions as the bee- hunters follow the flight of bees, for a little distance, and then we pause and let them feed again at our hearts, and follow their flight again, and repeat the process till, deep in the heart of the tree of life, we discover the store-house of the Divine Sweetness. God uses the ideals that we build as the media through which He inspires us. He employs them as agents by which to mould our character, so that if we could know the precise form of a man's ideals, we could know the influences at work upon him for his elevation and puri- fication. To illustrate the fact that our ideals are framed upon the objects of our affections, or the subjects of our no- bler sentiments, and that all their inspiring influences come to us on the lines of these affections and senti- ments, let me suppose an instance of the passion of love between the sexes. A man makes the acquaint- ance of a woman who inspires him with love. His rea- son, and all his previous knowledge of women, tell him that she is imperfect. His friends may tell him that she has a bad temper, that she is weak, that she is vain. But his love is fixed, and is as strong as a passion can be that lives in his nature ; and his imagination springs The Ideal Chrift. 69 to clothe her with all human perfections. Her move- ments are poetry, her eye is heaven, her voice is music, and her presence that of an angel. To him she is a pure, exalted, and beautiful being, and he worships the quali ties with which he invests her. Now it is very evident that he does not love the woman herself, but his ideal the creation of his own mind the embodiment of his highest ideas of womanly loveliness. Mark how this ideal becomes an active power upon him how it works a miracle upon him. Impure thoughts are banished from his mind, all inferior and unworthy aims are forsaken, he withdraws himself from degrading associations, and becomes ennobled and puri- fied. This character, made by himself, transforms him. He has made, for the time, a divinity ; and this divinity becomes his leader, strengthener, purifier, and inspirer. The God within us seeks for incarnation no less than the God without us ; and the philosophical basis of the influence upon men of the incarnation of God's ideal is identical with that of the influence of their own in- carnated ideals. From this illustration I proceed to the proposition that it does not matter what legitimate passion or senti- ment may be called out with relation to an object, the result will always be the same in kind, if not in degree. We may admire, revere, esteem, love, and in many ways enjoy, through the exhibition to us of an infinite 70 Gold-Foil. variety of characteristics; and our admiration, rev- erence, esteem, love, and enjoyment, become the basis of the structure of ideals which shape the model of our own character, and inspire the life which it evolves. Idolatry is but the enthronement of the ideals of men who are ignorant of the true God. These ideals are formed of the highest qualities and conceptions of those who make them. They may be very low, but they shape the life of the people that produce them. Mari olatry is the worship of a very pure ideal, and the tributes offered to the multiplied saints of the Roman calendar are all paid to the incarnations of the noblest conceptions of their devotees. The marvellous gift of song possessed by Jenny Lind makes her very admira- ble to us ; so we clothe her with the loveliest attributes, and make her a goddess. The real power of Washing- ton upon the American mind is exerted, not by his sim- ple self, but by his character, modified, magnified, ex- alted, harmonized, and enthroned by that mind, as the impersonation of its highest conception of patriotism. In the American imagination, he is a demi-god a grand Colossus before whose august shade we stand as pig- mies. " All history is a lie," simply because no man can write it without being attracted to characters in such a way as to make ideals of them, and thus to throw all the facts connected with them out of their legiti- mate relations. The Ideal Chrift. 71 I repeat the statement, that ideals are the world's masters. They order our life, they dictate the form of our history, they are the very essence of poetry, and the staple of all worthy fiction. Our affections choose an object, and straightway our imaginations lift it into apotheosis. We garner in it that which is best in our thought, and it becomes a power upon us for the eleva- tion of our life. I have attempted thus far only to reveal and illus- trate one of the most beautiful laws of mental action and re-action with which I am acquainted ; and if my reader is as much interested in it as I am, he will follow me into a consideration of its bearings upon Chris- tianity. I do not moot the question of the nature of the founder of Christianity, that is, I do not say that Christ was God, or was not God, but I say, what few will dispute, that he was God's incarnated ideal of a roan that Christ was all of God and his attributes that could be put into a man. It follows, that unless we can fully comprehend God's ideal, the Christ that we hoi I is our own ideal ; and his power upon us is meas- ured and described by the character of our ideal. " What think ye of Christ ? " The answer to this great question, addressed to a soul or a sect, defines the type of Christianity possessed by such a soul or sect. He is what He is, a complete and definite character, but what we think of Him our ideal of Him determines the 72 Gold-Foil. exact measure and kind of power with which He in- spires us, and the quality and extent of the develop- ment He works in us. It does not matter to this discussion whether Christ be what we believe Him to be, or a myth. If we ad- mit that He is the first fact in the Christian system of religion, and the primary source of all inspiration to Christian movement and progress, it will follow that every soul and every sect must possess the highest pos- sible idea of Christ before it can reach its highest point of development and its highest style of Christian life. According to our ideal of Christ in the measure by which we invest Him with great attributes and authori- ty does He become to us an inspiring force. A per- son who thinks that Christ was only a good man, with frailties like other men, an individual who li ved a very pure life a reformer can possess only a very shallow Christian piety, because he can find in his ideal of Christ no inspiration to a piety more profound. A man who thinks the grand characteristics of Christ were meek- ness, self-denial, and patience under injury, without ap- prehending the other side of His character, will be a mean and abject man. A man who thinks that there was nothing in Christ but love that contempt of all meanness, supreme reverence for justice, displeasure with all sin, and hatred of all cruelty and oppression, had no place in Him, will expend his sympathy on pris- The Ideal Chrift. 73 oners, and build palaces for convicts, and circulate pe- titions for the abrogation of death penalties. If the doctrine I have advanced be sound, it is not necessary to refer to history to prove that the progress of Christianity has depended in all the past, (nor is the gift of prophecy requisite to the assertion that it will depend in all the future,) upon the prevalent ideal of Christ. The stream cannot rise higher than its foun- tain. Christ, as the inspirer of Christian life, is to the Christian world what that world makes Him to be. He must keep forever in advance of us, or there is no such thing as an infinite Christian progression. If there shall ever arrive a point in the history of any soul when its conception of Christ will cease to be higher than its own life, then that soul will have exhausted Christianity, and must stand still. If the history and being of Christ, as delineated by the Evangelists, forbid the world to form of Him the highest ideal which it is possible for it to conceive (which, of course, I do not believe), then those delineations must ultimately, by a philosophical necessity, become an insurmountable ob- stacle to the development of the highest style of Chris- tianity of which the world is capable. I believe there is no proposition in moral philosophy more clearly de- monstrable than this, and I hold myself in no way re- sponsible for the conclusions to which it leads. I believe in the proverb that any religion is better 4 74 Gold-Foil. than no religion, because every man's conception of goodness and duty is an advance of his character ; and when this conception is imbodied in an object of wor- ship, it becomes an elevating power upon his life that makes him capable of a certain degree of civilization. All the ideals of all ages have been developed in the direction of the perfect man toward God's ideal. The shadowy gods that were grouped about Olympus were voiceless echoes of poor hearts crying after this perfect man. Hugh Miller, the inspired apostle of Sci- ence, found the rudiments of Christ in the rocks, and may we not find them in the souls of men ? He found Jesus Christ in every lamina of the earth's crust ; and as, with faith in his heart and the iron in his hand, he toiled among the old red sandstone, he saw the fossil flora of his own Scotch hills tipped with tongues of flame and the fauna rigid with the stress of prophecy. It was as if the blood of Calvary had stained and in- formed with meaning the insensate mass in which he wrought ; or as if he were, with a divine instinct, hew- ing away the rock from the door of the sepulchre where the ages had laid his Lord. With a vision that was too wonderful and too glorious for the protracted entertainment of his mighty brain, he saw the varied forms of life climbing through the rugged centuries, and leaping from creation to creation, until they took resolution in the union of matter and spirit in man. The Ideal Chrift. 75 But science with a pining heart behind it was not satis- fied even then. Not until the complex creature man